For all who’ve gone yet still remain,
For all that’s crumbled yet still stands,
For everything that today stands walled off –
– yet still freely accessible,
For all that’s lost that we still yet possess,
For all we’ve left behind yet still see before us –
…
…
–
Whatever may be out there beyond is-and-is-not,
May we stumble upon it with glimpses and flashes and stammers,
And through that may we –
– if only for the most fleeting of instants –
Know reconciliation for what it really is.
May we touch upon the shadow of Atonement.
May we catch but the quickest flicker of Unity.
Few among us can hardly ask for more.